Now the lounge is full of farmers for the 7:30 draw Teammates all left before they had to buy a round When they pull the 50/50 and I've lost again, I'll go Maybe have one more brown one for the snowy road All the championship banners going yellow on the wall And my name when it gets closer to last call
So Elvira brings my bottle, hold it up and let it bend Figures of two rinks battling an extra end And I'm peeling off the label as they peel a corner guard Dance down the sheet to the tune of "Hurry, Hurry Hard" And my popcorn squeaks with the question, wonders why I'm not at home Where you wait beside a silent telephone, doodle circles within circles all alone Have to stop myself from climbing on the table full of empties to yell:
"Why, why can't I draw right up to what I want to say?" "Why can't I ever stop where I want to stay?" I slide right through the day, I'm always throwing hack weight Right off, no never never ever ever Right off, no never never ever never Right off, no never never never ever Right off, no never ever never ever Right off, no never never ever ever Right off, no never never ever never Right off, no never never never ever Right off, no never ever never ever
Now the senior bonspiel winners circa 1963 Are all staring, glaring disapprovingly From their frame in that old photograph And I know you're out their waiting For an answer I can't give you so tell me,
"Why, Why can't I draw right up to what I want to say?" "Why can't I ever stop when I want to stay?" We roll right through our years We rip right through our months We slide through our days I'm always throwing hack weight Right off, no never never ever ever Right off, no never never ever never Right off, no never ever never ever Right offTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.